. Cobb's Bill-of-fare. 142 Cobbs Bill-of-Fare called me a derned idiot! I was his guest,mind you, and he used that language towardme. <rYou derned idiot! he said. Didnt yousee she was about to jibe? I told him in a dignified manner that Icertainly did not; that had I known she wasabout to jibe I would most certainly havejobe with her; that personally I preferredany amount of jibbing, however painful, tobeing drowned first and then beaten todeath. I demanded to know why he hadassaulted me upon the head and what hedid it with. It developed, though, that he had notstruck me at all. The boom sw
. Cobb's Bill-of-fare. 142 Cobbs Bill-of-Fare called me a derned idiot! I was his guest,mind you, and he used that language towardme. <rYou derned idiot! he said. Didnt yousee she was about to jibe? I told him in a dignified manner that Icertainly did not; that had I known she wasabout to jibe I would most certainly havejobe with her; that personally I preferredany amount of jibbing, however painful, tobeing drowned first and then beaten todeath. I demanded to know why he hadassaulted me upon the head and what hedid it with. It developed, though, that he had notstruck me at all. The boom swung roundand hit me. This is a heavy section of lum-ber, and I think it is called a boom from thehollow, ringing sound it makes when dash-ing out the brains of amateur sailors. Inmy judgment these booms are dangerous andtheir presence should not be permittedaboard a sailing craft—or, at least, theyshould be towed a safe distance aft. But I digress. Referring to the devastat-ing and angry elements that encompassed us,. THINK OF BEING LAID FACE DOWNWARDFIRMLY ACROSS A SINEWY KNEE AND BEATEN FORTY-LOVEWITH ONE OF THOSE HARD CATGUT RACKETS! Cobbs Bill-of-Fare 145 the owner of the boat said there was now anice, fresh breeze blowing, and that hehated to miss the fun; but if I preferred tohe would run back in and hug the it! I was ready to kiss it! What Iwanted to do was to take that dear shore inboth arms and press my throbbing cheeksagainst her mossy breast, and swear thatnothing should ever again come between meand the solid part of the continent of NorthAmerica. So, by a sheer miracle escaping death onthe way, we returned, and I betook myselfoff of that craft and headed straight for theclubhouse. I wish to take advantage ofthis opportunity, however, to deny the re-port subsequently circulated by certainmalicious persons to the effect that I wasscared. Any passing agitation I may havebetrayed was due to my relief at findingthat the cyclone, despite its fury, had notswep
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